AN: Hello all, I still live! Life has been rather sucky for the last few months, hence my lack of updates. Don't worry though. I'm almost finished with the current chapter of Adas Reborn, but as a belated Halloween present, here's another fragment that I wrote.
Saints Row x Harry Potter - Saint Granger
If Johnny wasn't already happily in love with Aisha, he would be. With Her.
The Boss was a dervish of destruction.
A force of nature bound only by her iron will.
Kali or Nemesis reborn in mortal flesh.
With all the gunfire tearing into the metal around them, he was amazed at the calm control she exuded. With not a wavy hair loose from her bun, the 2 ornate wooden pins holding it securely in place, not a wrinkle or blemish in her suit, she slammed the edge of her hand into the throat of her target, a single round smoothly followed, punching through his skull as he grasped at his crushed throat. Her chocolate brown eyes were cold and focused, snapping from target to target as she sent round after round from her rifle into the attackers. She was the only person he knew of who used an assault weapon on single shot at all times.
She'd been like this ever since she woke up from her coma in prison. Her mind was more focused, faster, strangely more at ease with the skills she had learnt from the Saints when she had been the barely out of her teens young woman with a soldiers eyes.
All in all, a bigger bad ass than before.
With fluid grace, she span and moved from cover to cover, low and swift, finally reaching cover that gave her a much better angle to fire from.
A better angle of her arse as well. God he was horny. Blinking his distraction away, Johnny snapped a burst from his rifle into one of the rival gang, dropping him to the ground, his hands weakly trying to stop the flow of red from his gut.
Shaundi, ever merciful, spoiled his fun and put a round in his victims head to drop him and stop the screams. Her glare at him was incredibly focused for someone normally so high on drugs all the time.
The Boss demanded his attention again as she vaulted the crates and drew that sword of hers from the scabbard on her back, a flash of silver and ruby red told him that some poor idiot would quickly be dead, their blood congealing with each beat of their heart. He still had no idea what she coated the edge in, and to be honest, he never wanted to find out. Especially personally, whatever it was looked damn painful.
The Boss' laughter echoed around the warehouse as she put a round through a strangely dressed man's hand, his pale skin and almost white blonde hair shone in the harsh lighting as he dropped to his knees, clutching at the bleeding wound. Her eyes widened as an immensely large and hairy man rushed her from the shadows; she dropped her near empty rifle and quickly drew her pistol, firing into his bulk as she dodged his charge. The guy must have been on PCP's as he ignored his wounds and growled at her.
She dodged his next rush, her sword now in hand; she faced the brute as Johnny and Shaundi, finished off the last of the gangers. He grinned as the blonde man tried to crawl away without being noticed. Putting his boot on the back of the guy, Johnny fired a round into his prey's knee, before putting the hot muzzle of his rifle on the back of the man's head "Sit. Stay."
Johnny turned just in time to watch as the Boss tore open the brutes guts with her blade, using the brutes momentum to spin her and cut his head from his shoulders.
Strangely she spat on the body, muttering "That was for Lavender and Remus." Obviously, she knew the guy.
Shaundi placed her hand on the Bosses shoulder, nudging her to bring her focus back to their prisoner.
Johnny felt cold as he saw her smirk change into a smile and that warped into a maniacal and malicious grin across her face. He'd only seen that smile a few times and it never boded well for its target.
She motioned to Shaundi to call in the boys and to collect the prize. Motioning to him, Johnny kicked the guy over onto his back.
"Draco Malfoy, is that you?"
The pale man, turned almost white as he saw the Boss' face and it wasn't just the blood loss. "No, you're dead! I saw it! I saw you die!"
The Boss crouched next to Draco, her fingers carefully opening the top of her shirt to show the ragged scar on her neck. Johnny had always wondered how she got that. "It cut deep, messed my voice up as you may have noticed, luckily I can cast a few healing spells wordlessly. But no Draco, I didn't die. Now tell me, why are Death Eater's buying up kidnapped women in MY city?"
"I'm not going to tell you anything," he spat at her, "Reinforcements will be here soon enough, then you'll be brought back and used as an example."
"An example? No, I don't think so. I have a few questions I want answers to, you're going to help me by answering what you know. Where is Harry Potter?"
"Potter? Of course you would ask about him. You let me go and I'll tell you everything I know."
"You know what? Sure. If you tell me everything you know about where Harry Potter is held, I'll let you go."
"An Oath, an Unbreakable Oath."
"Really Draco, don't you trust me?"
"No. I've seen what you can do Mudblood," he waved around the room, "What you are willing to do and," he motioned to the headless brute with his intact hand before clamping it back around his hand wound, "You killed Greyback. No, I want an Unbreakable Oath from you."
She grinned at him, "Fair enough, terms?"
"I tell you everything I know about Potter's current state and location, you promise me that you won't harm me and I will be free to leave after answering your question."
"Add in answers for why you want the women and sure."
He frowned for a moment before nodding. "Agreed."
She grasped his forearm and pulled one of her hair pins from her hair, tapping the point against their wrists, Johnny's eyes widened whilst Shaundi remained calm at the sight of thin golden threads weaving around their hands as they spoke in a formal manner covering their terms. In his shock he missed the words, but he knew her skill with phrasing things in her favour. "Done, you have your Oath, so spill it", she motioned for Draco to begin speaking.
"England has finished its Cleansing, only the Pure remain. Unfortunately, we lack numbers, so I was sent to find resources to bolster those numbers."
"What about the Halfblood's?"
"Either still hiding, fled the country or dead. Those pretending to be Pure will be discovered shortly."
"Muggleborn's?"
"The Dark Lord has Hogwarts and the Book, there are no Mudblood's left."
"Tom's dead, I saw him die, we all did, I burnt his remains."
"He returned as he did before, but this time Potter isn't around to interfere, really should thank the ICW for that."
She paled at the news, "We stopped him."
Draco sneered at her, "Well apparently you didn't, did you. Anyway, I was sent to acquire fresh blood to bolster our numbers, women who would not be missed, American Squibs won't be missed and they are tolerable compared to other options."
"Fair enough, what do you know about Harry?"
Draco grinned at her, "All I know is that the ICW took him and locked him up somewhere no-one will find him unless the British Ministry agree to release him. Which we will never do." He laughed then at her, "He's gone and never coming back and when I tell the Dark Lord where you are, he will come for you personally."
She nodded at him, "If you tell him, then yes, he would likely come for me." She grabbed him by the hair and made sure she looked him in the eyes. "But there's a problem Draco. If. If you tell him."
"What? Are you asking me not to tell him?"
"No Draco, our deal is complete. You kept your side of the Oath, so I shall do the same. Goodbye Draco, we won't meet again."
As she stood and walked away, Draco began to get to his feet, careful with his injured knee, muttering insults under his breath before shouting when he finally stood up. "You're dead Granger! We'll finish what we started last time!"
She waved behind her as she left the warehouse, Shaundi nodded to Johnny as she guided the last of the women leaving just the 2 men behind.
Draco looked at Johnny, "What? Are you going to warn me to never come back?"
Johnny looked at the pale man and calmly rammed his knife repeatedly into Draco's gut thirteen times, unlucky for some. Dropping the dying man to the ground, he smiled, "No. You pissed me off when you disrespected and threatened her."